Even as he heard this, the prince saw Suliman on the steps of the palace, speaking to the people.  “I will take the crown to keep in trust,” he said.  “Perhaps the prince is not dead.”

“He was a bad king; we do not want him back,” said the people.

“I know his heart,” said Suliman, “it is not all bad; it is tainted, but not corrupt; perhaps he will repent and come back to us a good king.”

When the beast heard this, it touched him so much that he stopped tearing at his chains, and became gentle.  He let his keepers lead him away to the royal menagerie without hurting them.

Life was very terrible to the prince, now, but he began to see that he had brought all his sorrow on himself, and he tried to bear it patiently.  The worst to bear was the cruelty of the keeper.  At last, one night, this keeper was in great danger; a tiger got loose, and attacked him.  “Good enough!  Let him die!” thought Prince Cherry.  But when he saw how helpless the keeper was, he repented, and sprang to help.  He killed the tiger and saved the keeper’s life.

As he crouched at the keeper’s feet, a voice said, “Good actions never go unrewarded!” And the terrible monster was changed into a pretty little white dog.

The keeper carried the beautiful little dog to the court and told the story, and from then on, Cherry was carefully treated, and had the best of everything.  But in order to keep the little dog from growing, the queen ordered that he should be fed very little, and that was pretty hard for the poor prince.  He was often half starved, although so much petted.

One day he had carried his crust of bread to a retired spot in the palace woods, where he loved to be, when he saw a poor old woman hunting for roots, and seeming almost starved.

“Poor thing,” he thought, “she is even more hungry than I”; and he ran up and dropped the crust at her feet.

The woman ate it, and seemed greatly refreshed.

Cherry was glad of that, and he was running happily back to his kennel when he heard cries of distress, and suddenly he saw some rough men dragging along a young girl, who was weeping and crying for help.  What was his horror to see that the young girl was Zelia!  Oh, how he wished he were the monster once more, so that he could kill the men and rescue her!  But he could do nothing except bark, and bite at the heels of the wicked men.  That did not stop them; they drove him off, with blows, and carried Zelia into a palace in the wood.

Poor Cherry crouched by the steps, and watched.  His heart was full of pity and rage.  But suddenly he thought, “I was as bad as these men; I myself put Zelia in prison, and would have treated her worse still, if I had not been prevented.”  The thought made him so sorry and ashamed that he repented bitterly the evil he had done.

Presently a window opened, and Cherry saw Zelia lean out and throw down a piece of meat.  He seized it and was just going to devour it, when the old woman to whom he had given his crust snatched it away and took him in her arms.  “No, you shall not eat it, you poor little thing,” she said, “for every bit of food in that house is poisoned.”